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LiFe SuCKs! 09 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Mike was a little disturbed by the fact Travis didn't stay closely glued to his side from the time the ambulance left the trail head of Fossil Mountain Lake Park enroute to the hospital and seemed to take little interest in his treatment once they got there. However, slowly the annoyance began to wear off, Travis' handsome face being replaced with the closely cropped facade of Finn Biedermeier.
"I don't know about this," dread painted on Mike's face as the doctor makes a move to reset Mike's leg.
"Be tough, mate!" Finn says, holding Mike's hand as if they were ready to arm wrestle.
Finn has seen injury like this in the wild. Even though Mike acted as if he shattered every bone in his leg, Finn knew it was only a slight sprain. Though, he had insight to know when a first time patient, experiencing any kind of leg or foot injury, the mental magnitude could cause the physical to seem overwhelming. He wasn't a malevolent person, but smile when he felt Mike `really' grip his hand.
Making a whistling sound, inhaling his breath, Mike's full attention was on the physician twisting his ankle. After effect, Mike exhales, relaxing his almost full sit up position, as well as his fist, saying, "That wasn't so bad!" even though he thought it such a horrendous feeling, one he hoped he would never happen to have again!
Meanwhile, out in the waiting room, Eric and Travis had covered much ground, without their feet doing any hiking.
Of Eric, Travis finds out he attends Fossil Mountain College, majoring in business management.
His bro majoring in the same, coincidentally at FMC, Travis finds out Eric and Trevor have one class in common.
Next on Eric's agenda was to dig deeper, asking, "Any `boy' interest in your life?"
"If you're meaning a boyfriend, nah." Thoughts about what occurred down by the lake with Jerome, Travis says, "I think being in the closet is about to change for me. I'm not sure because of how my dad might think on it. He's already been through one son coming out!"
"Oh, you mean Trevor. That is, unless you have any other `gay' siblings?"
"Nah. We're a small family. There's only the three of us, except an uncle who lives in Seattle or San Francisco, I forget which," Travis replies. "Like, I don't remember ever meeting him and my dad, he never says much about him." Ranting, "Only, when I asked him about his younger brother, he doesn't give out information."
"Maybe they never got along," Eric tries rationalizing.
"I guess. What about you?"
"Let's see, there's me, my mom, my dad," from here, Eric looks to heaven for help, "my older brothers, Stu, Raph, Sean and Evan, Matt, who like you, is graduating from high school, my younger brother, Terry and my baby sister, Crystal."
"Geesh! Somebody was busy in the kitchen!"
Eric just laughs, but with some important information on the tip of his tongue, "Stu, who's twenty-seven, paved the way some of us others."
"Others?" Travis replies.
"Us other gay' guys. Mom wasn't too phased, but dad kind of was bent out of shape when the shepherd' of the family announced he was gay, at a family meeting, which coincidentally was prearranged by Stu. I kind of wondered why it wasn't initiated by mom or dad."
With an impression of where Eric was headed with this, Travis says, "Your brother called the family meeting to out himself?"
"Right."
"Like how old was he?"
"He's twenty-seven now. I was seventeen, that would have made him..."
Quicker on the draw, Travis replies, "Your age now!"
"When did I tell you how old I was?" Eric questions, not remembering.
"Back on the trail? Right after our first kiss? Remember you asked if I liked dating older men?"
"Oh right!" Eric claps his hands, remembering. "Sweet kiss, too!"
"Me too," Travis liked the first, second, third, fourth and so on kisses. "So, any other fairies in your family?"
Eric giggled, saying, "Only Evan, who is a year older than me and Matt? We're not really sure. I don't even know if `Matt' is sure."
Joking, Travis laughs, says, "Maybe we should help him find out!"
The panic Eric felt back on the trail, kissing Travis, hit, when back at college he had a guy he already hung out with. Seeing this as a possible remedy, "You know, it might not be such a bad idea, you and Matt meeting up?"
He might have been young, but not stupid, Travis saying, "Oh, so you were joking when you said you liked me and `maybe more?'"
Like a shamed dog, Eric's chin fell to his chest. Owning up to his own stupidity, he picked it up, faced the music and said, "I should have known better."
Knowing there was trouble in paradise, "About?"
"Go ahead and hate me, but there's no kinder way putting this, I already have a boyfriend back on campus."
"Chapter 7 does it again!"
"What?" Eric asks, totally baffled.
"Mike's book. Chapter 7 is called `How To Love Them & How To Leave Them'."
"I'm almost afraid to ask what it means to us?" Though if it got Eric off the hook, he begged to know.
Travis wasn't about to disappoint, serious, but half-joking about some of it, "It tells about schmucks like you who let on to how you are madly in love with a guy and then turn around and dump him."
Eric asks meekly, "Does it give an easier way of doing it?"
"Sorry," Travis replies sentimentally, "It doesn't get much better than that. Like it says at the end of a chapter, `Life sucks'. You just have to make the best of it."
Drawing off Travis' explanation, Eric says, "I'm sorry I'm such a schmuck and said anything which purported I was madly in love with you, but most of all, sorry I dumped you."
Travis wasn't really hurt. He thought of Eric as a nice guy, especially with a younger, questioning brother, reducing his sentence to, "If you get on your knees and say what you just said, then open my fly, I might be able to dig up some forgiveness?"
Feeling monster guilt, Eric says, "For what I've done, that's a minor sentence."
"I know," Travis says, showing very little hurt, "I should fuck you too, but I'll leave that pleasure up to your boyfriend!"
All that talk was put away for now, Mike being rolled out in a handicapped chair, an orderly at the helm. Finn was at his side, carrying their gear.
While Travis greets Mike, begins chatting, Eric buddies up with Finn, "I see you put a shirt on?"
"Right. I don't know if you know, but bear fur can be very alluring!"
"Not to mention, that Aussie accent, Finn?"
Finn didn't mind the comment, nor blush a bit, knowing Austrailian men can be damn sexy!
Rather dwell on himself, Finn nods to the orderly standing behind Mike, looking down upon the ensuing conversation with Travis.
"Gay?" Eric asks Finn.
Finn, in secret to Eric, "If he was straight, it would be a damn shame, mate!" he laughs.
"Sure would," Eric replies, all ready to get his digs in, but falls back on Chapter 7!
Realizing the orderly engaged in threeway conversation, and even though in the back of his mind is stuck, `Ch. 7', Eric waltzes over and says, "Aren't you going to introduce us, Travis?"
From one knee, Travis stands and not meant to get even, jokes, "This is Eric, but watch out. He'll love you and then leave you!"
Knowing Travis was right and shocked, he recovers quickly because he still happens to have an affection for the eighteen year old, "I still love you Travis!" He places his left hand over Travis' shoulder, pulls his bicep into his chest affectionately, shakes Tom's hand behind Travis' back.
Smiling, he introduces himself, "Tom Stemerdink."
Returning the catchy smile, one which would make anyone want to enjoy the upturned lips, want to smile back, Eric references the surname, "No wonder the blond hair and well, your eyes are just plain beautiful!"
Shaking Eric's hands, Tom says to Travis, eyes connecting, "Your friend certainly `is' a flirt!"
Bored of the conversation, not that it was really boring, but Mike wanting to reconnect with Finn, had rolled away from the trio on his own accord.
Travis just notices, "Hey! Where's Mike?"
"Here I am!" Mike says, in his chair and speaking with Finn. Seeing their conversation winding down, "Ready to go, Tom?"
"Go?"
"Go?"
Both Travis and Eric question Mike's motives, him saying, "Yes. As of five minutes ago Tom was officially on vacation leave and I've contracting him to come take care of me for a week.... or `maybe more!"
Keen on it now, Eric mentions to Travis, "Chapter 7?"
Finn says, "And I'll be at my hotel for at least the rest of the month, while I do my research, in case Mike needs anything."
Standing there, while everything began to speed into motion, all Travis could think of is Chapter 8, `Ain't That A Kick In The Balls!'.
In his book, Mike talks up how bad things which happen to us can shake us into reality, can be a transfer of the mind into new insight, further awareness, teaching us things which would not come to us unless we were in dire straights about life gone bad.
Reflecting on such, Travis replies, "Welcome to the Addams Family,Tom!"
Travis, having already driven Mike's truck, drove back to Mike's place, Eric in the cab with him.
Finn took his own `rented' truck, following Mike in Tom's car. Oh how he wished he could be on the seat in the middle of those two!
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Meanwhile, back at the ranch, once Hans got the cam all set up, on a tripod, meant to focus on the faces of Jerome and Duke, he grabbed an aux camera, training it on the space between their legs, saying, "Ready when you are, Bob!"
Holding his flogger up in the air, Bob let the tips drape over the two sets of entwined sacs, saying, "Last chance. Kiss or else?!"
"Maybe we better do what he says!" Duke, not caring what people would think, but thinking of what the flogger could do to his nuts, well knowing his cock and balls were about to get thrashed upon.
Knowing too, Jerome, well aware it wasn't his nuts on the line, prolonged the scenario, "Don't be such a wimp, Duke!"
"Tony, will you stop standing around, studying these two like they were making a porn video and help?"
True to Bob's thinking, it's exactly what Tony was up to, watching Bob and Hans make the final adjustments of the setup, replying to Bob, "What you want me to do?"
He knew Tony would `love' this, Bob saying, "Hold Duke's junk out of the way?"
Tony wasn't the only one paying attention, Jerome suddenly thinking, with Duke's junk lifted from protecting his cock and balls from the flogger, it would make his own junk in direct hellfire! Though, he stood firm in his decision not to give into doing any gay stuff, he bit the bullet.
Short, his height didn't afford him the reach, his arm falling over Duke's ass and when Tony's hand touched soft meat, it was a chain reaction for both the subduer and subdued.
"Um, like lift, Tony?" Bob coaxes.
"Oh yeah," Tony replies, remembering why his hand is holding Duke's cock, lifting his hand like a forklift. "How far?"
"Good," Bob says, Duke's cock almost doubled back, in half, an inch or more, could have wound up giving him a wedgie.
However, it wasn't as Jerome, the captain of the football taking in a huge inhale through his teeth.
Feeling the turn of the tide, Duke says right into Jerome's petrified face, "Um, maybe we should..."
Never feeling any human, except his doctor, fondle his balls, let alone a projectile such as the fronded whip Bob held in his hands, for a change Jerome wasn't shooting his mouth off in favor of rebuking Duke's forced affection.
Too, Duke now uses fear to his advantage, both to ward off the flogman's lash to his genitals and Jerome's `rehabilitation' towards the gay masses, "Um, I think we may have a change of attitude?" Duke switches his head around on his neck, seeing the only perpetrator, Hans.
Right away, Hans speaks out, "I think we might have a change of heart?"
"Oh really?" Bob steps from the foot of the table, a good advantage to him for sweeping the flogger down upon the base of Duke's ass, between both legs. Walking around, he manhandles Duke's head of hair, pulling it away from his `main objective', and speaks right into Jerome's face, "So, what'll it be?" he drove the cause home.
Before uttering a word, Duke raises questions, "Um, like you're messin` with my hair, man?"
Town barber, Bob knew all about hair, but any guy didn't need to be an Andrew Collinge' or Charles Worthington' to know what pain is delivered by forcing a head back, using the mane as a handle.
With purpose, Bob loosens his grip, Duke already trying to `get away' and like a loose spring on his neck, the hinge gives at a rapidly pinging rate, Duke's lips pounding Jerome's face.
Right away, to deflect responsibility away from himself, Duke claims, "Like, oh my god! I didn't do that!"
Being the circumstance, Tony standing there on edge, wanting to be playful, decides no time is righter than now, teases the crease of Duke's ballsac with a finger.
Bob, knowing what he did, blames Duke, "Don't give me that!"
"Duke?" Jerome questions credibility of Bob's statement, weighed against Duke.
With shivers and other feelings running up and down Duke's spine, his attention is drawn elsewhere, as he elicits, "Oh my god!" His cock starts twitching all on its own! Curving his head around, he death-stares Tony, but doesn't react verbally.
"Duke, you jerk!" Jerome recalls his attention.
Turning back to Jerome, "What?"
Bob stands there, taking it all in, however he is not oblivious to Hans' migration over to the boy's back doors.
"Shit! What tha fuck?" Jerome exclaims, feeling a hand under his jock-mate's balls.
By this time Duke is a million miles away, his eyes falling prey to Jerome's `gorgeous' lips.
Muffles are heard at first, Jerome wrestling free of Duke's kiss, spitting, carrying on, "Plah! Plah! Plah!, ugh-h-h!" wishing he had a free hand to wipe the kiss right off his face, same time maybe doing some damage to Duke with his fists.
However, as with any man, a soft, tantalizing hand to cock action can be just as effective as a baby's back rub, calming the taunting inside.
He was already assisting his own cock in feeling good, Bob, thinking he's missing out on all the action. Walking back to where his playmates are really getting the two high school seniors going, he shuns both massaging hands, saying, "My turn!"
Wrestling the two cocks away, without a scene, because Hans and Tony wanted `take care of themselves', especially where they hate restarted their generators, Bob latches on to both cocks, two tubes mooshed together.
His head next to Jerome's, Duke had no choice picking up the sensations from his football bud, the small cooing sounds of pleasure.
The whole setup was for Jerome's benefit, to get him to see how much the same a gay guy could be, versus straight. For Duke, he also sensed Jerome coming out of this with new insights, regarding how pleasurable it could be, playing around with a gay dude. Feeling mighty good, especially knowing how it feels to have his cock coupled up with another man's shaft, play-acts, "Mm-m, not so bad this gay stuff, huh Jerm?"
Jerome had his pride, but sometimes a situation develops whereas something becomes stronger than pride. Either one fights it or gives in.
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"I can't believe you call yourself a `park ranger'?!"
"Why?" Chad asks in a facetious manner.
"Because," Kyven Smith replies, "it's `your' forest and for the past three hours we have been lost in it?"
"I'm not lost."
"You're not lost?" Kyven questions, talking ahead to Chad's back as they walk briskly down the side of the mountain.
"I thought you rather `liked' being lost," Chad replies in an upbeat attitude.
"You like changed course four times, Chad. What does that tell you?"
Turning around, walking up two steps, a fir branch he passed under catching in the middle of the two, Chad says, "Seems to me you didn't mind it when we stripped each other down and went splashing each other in the river?"
"Yeah, okay, that was kind of fun," Kyven ends his sentence with a mosquito-slap aside the face.
"What about drying off on the rocks? You know it's not every man I give a blow job to?"
Softening his attitude, even though bugs were biting him worse than a dude he met up with who had an affection for `eating' nips, Kyven replies, "Really?"
At the time, his buff bod, bent backwards over a boulder, Kyven didn't even give it a second thought if Chad was a top or bottom, the way he went right at his pubes like a bee to a hive of honey.
Sensing Kyven thinking it more than a one shot deal, Chad renders, "Yeah well, heat of the moment. My hands all over your hot bod and all?"
"Oh," Kyven replies mediocre, originally thinking there could be more to it. "Of course."
With the night air clear, Chad says, "Maybe we should get going before the bears head on out for dinner?"
"Bears?" Kyven questions as Chad steps lively downhill. "Uh, wait up there, Chad!" he forges ahead.
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"Funny how fate works," Finn says, combing Mike's hair back with his hand, resting next to him and his bum leg in bed.
Mike replies, "Chapter 6."
"That dang book of yours," Finn pauses, then asks, "Well?"
Smiling, Mike says, "Chapter 6, `If The Shoe Fits, Wear It. If It Doesn't, Give Him The Boot!'"
"Don't know if I get what you're driving at mate? Want to explain yourself?"
Knowing the situation happening before, recalling when Trevor happened to be in the right place at the right time, entering the cabin to tell him he had an important phone call from his publisher, only to return to the bedroom and finding Trevor having stole `his scene', instead of giving Trevor the boot, he booted himself!
Whereas the situation arose right after their return from the hospital, Mike and Finn slowly changed their opinion, trading off their threeway with Tom Stemerdink, the twenty-six year old with more attraction towards younger than older!
With his muscular bear bod lined up with Mike's, Finn was feeling more towards the present' and forgetting the past', "On the other hand," his hand skipped over Mike's chin like Johann Evensen's big jump, clear over the stubbly top, lightly landing midchest, skiing right on down over the pothole in Mike's stomach faster than Mike could register, but guess the destination.
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"Oh god," Jerome sighed.
Feeling it twice as nice, Duke knew all the angles, calling out, "I need cock!"
"Anytime you're ready?"
Down from the loft, there was Bart Holden, standing in the raw, his hand on his own cock, not hard, but getting there.
"Bart?"
Jerome follows, after Duke saying the name, "Bart?"
Startling Jerome, he suddenly realizes something.
"Yeah," Bart says, feeling a bit embarrassed, all he could muster up to announce him being gay, having already offered his cock up to Duke.
Hans and Tony, getting too hard to hold it, retired back to the Dairyman's room. Bob, drops what he's doing, his curiosity kicking in, turning to math, making the threeway conversation four.
"I don't get it, guys?" Jerome addresses the two.
Tire of the charades, Duke says, "Wise up stupid ass! If you don't get it, Bart and me... we both like cock!" He laughs.
To help things along, Bob, an expert bondagemaster, trips the loops of the ropes holding Duke's wrists, them untying faster than shoelaces.
"What tha?" Duke says, being able to press his bod loose from Jerome's chest.
Bob, walking the circumference of the table, does the same to Duke's ankles, saying, "Looks like your team mate needs something taken care of there, Duke!"
At first, Duke sighs, sliding off the table. Maybe as a dig, making sure his bod glides over Jerome's he says, "It's been a pleasure, Jerm!" he gives the thumbs up.
Bart, speaking out of context of his personality, a former straight guy, suggests, "Your place or mine, Duke?"
Talon had had enough for now, not necessarily `the night' and abandoned Trevor in the loft.
About ready to get in his truck and head out to denizens of a local bar, he's confronted by two dudes coming out of the woods.
The first dude to approach his truck, asks, "I was under the impression the dairy operation was defunct?"
With glee in his heart and Talon thinks up a prank to play on his buddies, `two straight dudes happening upon a very gay scene?', replies, "Yeah, out of business years ago. I'm the night watchman. I just came to check the place out for the night, but if you're looking for a place to rest up for a spell, go on in."
"Nice guy," Kyven says to Chad, as they leave the truck and head towards the barn.
"I'll say," Chad replies, knowing it was with different reasoning than his trail mate. He did take the effort to look back down the gravel road and mentally record the make and model of the truck. Then again, if the watchman made regular rounds, their paths would probably cross again. Chad would make sure it would!
"I think I heard something," Kyven says, right before Chad's hand reaches for the handle on the barn door.
"Probably an animal," Chad reckons, pulling on it.
"Wow!" is Kyven's reaction, seeing a dude next to a ladder with only his jeans on.
"Nice!" Chad calls out.
Upon doing so, Trevor says, "Hey, what's up?" Of course he's wondering if the duo are friend or foe, calling out, "Uh, guys... I think we got company!"
Calling attention to the inner portion of the barn, nobody could be more shocked than Kyven, walking right up to the table where some nude dude is shackled with ropes, another guy between his legs, bent over ready to suck the guy's cock. Second shockwave, Kyven recognizes the shackled dude, "Jerome?!"
Because Bob was about to suck up to Jerome, he was doing everything in his power to resist, by words or shimmying his bod around.
"Shit!"
Sensing something going down here, like this football jock not really being straight and maybe this here is his lover, Bob sits up on his legs and slowly backs off the table.
"Hey, aren't you the guy who cuts my hair?" Chad asks Bob.
Realizing Chad as one of his customers, Bob replies, "Yeah. You with him?" he insinuates Kyven.
"Not anymore," Chad replies, making an audible unzipping of his crotch.
Left to fend for himself, yet curious, Trevor approaches the table, asking, "You know Jerome?"
Kyven, not responding to Trevor, speaks directly to Jerome, "And all this time I thought you were straight!"
"I am, Ky! I swear it!" Jerome panics.
"And what's with the ropes?" Kyven's played the bondage discipline scene, he `knows'.
"They tied me down. They forced me," Jerome says nervously.
Kyven finally listens to Trevor when he says, "Yeah, but he was sure looked like he was ready to enjoy the blowjob Bob was about to give him!" he giggles.
With all seriousness, Kyven says, "That I can see. You don't have to tell me," he stares his brother in the eyes.
Feeling like he's branded, Jerome exclaims, "Oh my god Ky, you can't be serious! You know I'm straight!"
"Seriously, Jerome? That's what I thought, but..."
Trevor and Jerome share the same expression, eyes open wide as saucers, Kyven unbuckling his belt, dropping his pants.
Realizing it, Trevor knew the only reasons a man drops his pants and recalling Chapter 3 of Mike's book, the title fit absolutely perfect, `When They Start Droppin', You Better Get Poppin'!' only it wasn't Jerome poppin' a boner, doing it for him, Trevor's jeans filling up quick!
Straining to look over the side of the table, Jerome squirms, "Ky, what are you doing?"
He's been victim to it himself, but now Kyven, filled with dominant attitude, stripped his flannel shirt and without hesitation, hiked up on the table, dropping his knees to the sides of his brother's abs, his cock-meat dropping right on the middle of Jerome's chest.
Not getting an answer the first time, Jerome renders, "Ky, what..." he gulps, "are you doing?"
"First things first," Kyven says. Without a hint, the flat of Kyven's palm reaches out to his right, swishes through the air and slaps Jerome right up the side of his face.
Making a loud slap, not to mention Jerome's grumbly approval, Trevor shouts, "Oh shit!"
"What was that for, Ky?" Jerome barks.
"For your `kind' putting down every gay guy I've ever known!" Then like he never did it, Kyven twists his bod around, asking Trevor, "Do I know you?"
Knowing Kyven is Jerome's brother, him having mentioned it, Trevor does some of his own recollection, "I saw you a couple of times when I dropped my bro off to hang out with Jerome."
"I thought so," Kyven replies.
With hidden motives, Trevor says, "But great pick up line!"
"Maybe later," Kyven says, giving Trevor a wink.
Kyven is called back to business, Jerome saying, after getting the hint, "I can't believe you're gay!"
Overriding the remark, Kyven says, "So what are we going to do about you, little brother?"
It's then Trevor felt it appropriate to relay to Kyven a certain story involving his own `little brother'.
There wasn't much to say, other than Jerome acting as the kingpin in working Travis over, for being gay, other than what occurred in the dairy barn, in fact another football star coming clean, Bart Holden.
In telling his story, Kyven's emotions weren't impervious to Trevor's short skit of what happened up in the loft with him, Talon and Bart, which wasn't all words. His cock, lying on Jerome's chest, had plumped up some.
"Cell phone!" Trevor calls out, picking up his shucked jeans and rummaging through a pocket. It was short, a message from Talon, Trevor explaining, "That was Talon. He said don't forget to unplug the milking machine. I'll be back in a second. Unless you two want to be alone?"
Waiting for a reply, Trevor stood there, not expecting, "Milking machine?" off Kyven's lips.
Then again, Kyven's hard cock lying on his brother's chest, it only served up emotions, wanting the real thing' as opposed to a manmade device used to extract sweet cream'.
"Nah, I think I'll pass," Kyven replies.
For now, Jerome was waiting things out, except for constantly badgering his brother to untie him.
"You want `me' to untie you, is that it, bro?" Kyven replies, pushing his knuckles against the table top, which by cause and effect, moves his bod towards Jerome, his cock causing friction, scraping against his bro's chest.
Looking down, through the bottom pockets of his eye sockets, since his bondage position doesn't allow him free mobility, the sensation of man-meat pushing its way through his light chest hair, Jerome says, "What're you gonna do?" He thought Bob, forcing him and Duke to kiss something horrid, detestable, but the advancement of Kyven's cock up his chest, not stopping until the tip hit the bottom of his chin, Jerome then assesses, "C'mon bro. This isn't funny."
"Do I look like I'm trying to make a joke?" Placing a hand under his cock, Kyven teased Jerome, running the tip up the underside of his brother's chin, "Ooh that felt good, but you know what would feel better?"
Jerome was a footballer, not a scientist, but could pretty much figure where Kyven was headed with this, "You're not gonna..." again his eyes sank to the bottom of their sockets, trying to see, but could only make out his bro's hairy pubes.
Cutting in, Kyven smiles as he says, "Make you suck this?"
Now Jerome could see, Kyven holding his cock straight up, giving it a little stroke from the bottom up.
"Oh, will you look at this!" Kyven says, pumping up to the head of his cock, a bead of precum coming off onto his thumb and finger, vehicle for the squeezing out of the almost clear goo.
His head was cocked forward as far as it could, but Jerome slowly backed off, not able to escape, the back of his head hitting the table as Kyven's greasy finger came closer.
"I only thought, being your brother, I should be responsible for giving you your first taste of protein?"
"Protein? That's not..."
On the world not', Jerome's lips forming the o', it was the perfect moment for Kyven to follow through on his threat!
"Oh shit!" Jerome protested coughing and spitting as if Kyven tried to feed him poison.
"It's about to get worse!" Kyven laughs, his knuckles again a catalyst for shimmying up towards his brother's chin.
With horror on his face, Jerome makes it clear, "Don't even go there, bro. I'm not doing that gay shit!"
"Oh really? You know I happen to have a `close' association with a couple of cops down at the police station and I was just wondering what they would think about you gay-bashing one of their own. Hm-m," Kyven taps his lips, tail and of the tap, rinsing his finger off with a quick taste, "I wonder if Trevor's brother has pressed charges?"
"Will you shut up about that, Ky?"
It could spell a lot of trouble for Jerome, let alone wipe out his college football scholarship, cause hardship for his family.
As he's thinking it, Kyven is revealing, "Yup, wouldn't dad be surprised when he finds out both his sons are gay?"
"Not me. `You'. I'm no faggot!"
Looking forward, over and to the side, there was the camera, trained on Jerome's face. Looking at it, smiling, with evil intent, it drew his brother's eyes to the mystery lurking on the sidelines, "What?"
Kyven knew Jerome couldn't see it, only the eye of the camera able to peer down at Jerome's lips.
"You know, I've always wanted to have a souvenir of a guy sucking me off?"
"Me?" Jerome gets it. "You're out of your fuckin' mind! Untie me... now!"
Looking towards the two bindings of Jerome's wrists to the table, Kyven says, "I don't think you're in any position to call the shots, brother dear, but tell you what..."
"No, I'll tell you," Jerome says back at Kyven in a hateful manner, "you untie me now or when I get out of this I'm going to kick ass... your ass!"
"Would it by chance be with your cock?" Kyven laughs.
"Ewe! You're fuckin' gross, man!"
"Now, this is how it's going to go," Kyven improvises, "after I turn the camera on, you're going to open nice and wide and I'm going to drop my hard shaft in, right down to your tonsils!"
He knew he was going to get a wall of resistance and wasn't disappointed, because Kyven kind of liked to see Jerome get stirred up to a boiling point.
Shutting his bro up real quick, reaching behind his back, he produced the deadly `flogger'.
"What you are going to do with that?" as if Jerome didn't already know.
"Well, I can't very well coat your chest and stomach and maybe somewhere else with a bunch of stripes sitting here?" he jackknifes his ass up and slowly goes through the motion of getting off the table, with a final word, "Hm?"
With a grumbled look on his face, lips tightly clasped, it's what made Kyven have to climb off the table.
"Ugh-h-h!" Jerome made a sound when Kyven's knee leaned on his stomach.
Feeling no remorse, possibly more for Trevor's brother, "Oh, I wonder if that's the same feeling Travis felt when you socked him in the stomach?"
Choosing the wrong words, ones Kyven didn't want to hear, Jerome replies, "He had it coming."
"Why? Because he's gay? Well then maybe this justifies the reason I'm going to whip you. I'm gay. You're straight. That pretty much settles it, huh bro?"
Still, with resistance, Kyven waited. In reality he didn't really want to throw the flogger over his brother's bod, but also felt he had to make good on his threats. He stalls, "What are you going to tell the team in the locker-room when all you guys are stripping down to get ready for the game and they see a bunch of red welts on your chest," Kyven pulls the flogger over Jerome's pecs, lays it on the far side of his abs, "stomach," again sliding, "um, pubes? Oh man will they think you're on some kind of kinky trip!"
He remained tight-lipped.
Whetting his lips, Kyven began to give himself away, he didn't want to use the flogger. He set it down on the side of the table, right next to Jerome's thigh, saying, "Maybe we can work this out another way."
Boasting, Jerome actually felt the victor, "Yeah, right. All you faggots are wimps. C'mon. Untie me so I can beat you to a pulp!"
His snickering, giggling only served to infuriate Kyven, thinking if `he' didn't act, not only would it be his ass on the line, but all those involved in this little charade.
"Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k-oh-shit!" Jerome screamed out loud, tensing his whole bod at the feel of the stinging flogger striking him right across his pubes, including the barrel of his cock.
"Oh my god!" Kyven looks down at Jerome's basket.
Fortunately his eggs were intact, but there were red lines crisscrossing through the trimmed pubic hair, a few right over base of Jerome's shaft.
In response Jerome says, "That fuckin' hurt bro!"
"Really?" Kyven says, the implement still in his hand, implicating his use of it. Calmly he says, "I know you can't see, but there's some stripes on your skin... and foreskin?"
However, there was something else stirring up Kyven, stoking his interest.
"What?" Jerome asks, even though he could feel something amid the stinging sensation, another sensation!"
Now, being giddy, seeing his brother's cock twitching, Kyven lays the flogger down across his pubes and gently pulls it towards him.
"What tha fuck..." Jerome winces, "you doing.... bro?"
Smiling, Kyven says, "Making you feel good, bro?"
Jerome couldn't hide his feelings, his emotions giving him away, but also something else.
It wasn't a gay thing. Straight guys liked to have their cocks and balls stimulated, as Kyven recalls from the book he read concerning The Art Of Straight Seduction', which he couldn't recall the chapter, but didn't care. He was only glad he read Life Sucks' from cover to cover, giving him some knowledge on how to deal with ordinary situations and with this particular moment, "I know you're liking this."
"Not!" Jerome tries lying. "You're not getting me to give you a blow job. Go ahead. Whip my balls till they're red. You're still not getting what you want!"
Putting the flogger down, Kyven smiles, says, "Maybe I've changed my priorities!"
It threw a curve for Jerome, the puzzled look on his face. More though, it slowly turned to disgust, watching his brother bend over.
Purposefully, Kyven opened wide and stuck his tongue out.
"You're gross!" At which time Jerome starts bucking his hips, moving his ass from side to side, all an effort to keep his bro from engaging in oral sex.
"Cool! Need any help?"
It temporarily threw a wrench into Kyven's plan, but then thought, `why not?' "I'll toss ya for his cock. Heads or balls?"
Trevor was wondering something. Kyven didn't have any pants on, no place to reach in a pocket for a coin, yet he made like he threw one up in the air, catching it on his wrist, hand covering it. "Um," he slowly moved his head back and forth, deciding, "Heads?"
"Cock it is!" Kyven looks under his hand at his imaginary coin.
"You're both fuckin' insane!" Jerome again started his tirade of jostling his bod all around.
"Unless you wanted his cock?"
"Fuck that!" Jerome calls out, still wasting energy.
"Tell ya what," Kyven says.
"What?"
"Winner takes all."
Trevor signals, "Huh?"
"Why don't you work his cock and balls, while," and Kyven made sure Jerome was getting this, "I work the camera!" Passing by the look on his brother's face, on his way to the tripod, "I've always thought we should have some home movies of the family!"
"You're pathetic!"
However, fidgeting with the camera, Kyven summed up, if things went the way Michael DallaPiccola's book described, he would reread the chapter on straight guys getting with gay dudes and compare notes. Documented with a video was a great way taking notes, he figured.
Kyven smiles, Jerome showing signs of caving in on his attitude, the vocal purring showing all the signs of how a man, gay or straight, loves having his cock sucked!
He finalizes his view, "Was Mike DallaPiccola right, or was he right?!"
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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee
`LiFe SuCKs!' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.